One of the speakers, by his voice, was an Englishman, of more than middle age; the other, a woman, who also spoke English, but with a foreign accent.
This is what I heard, and you may guess how much of it I comprehended:—
“No news yet?” said the old man anxiously.
“None. I expected to hear before this.”
“Who is the messenger?”
“A trusty servant of madame’s, and an Irishman.”
“So much the worse if he is caught.”
There was a pause. Then the old man inquired,—
“What hope is there for Sillery?”
“Absolutely none. He is as good as guillotined already.”